Ar Eirinn ni Neosfainn Ce Hi.wmv
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Channel: John Bennett · 2010 · Music
For Ireland, I'd Not Say Her Name Although the author may be unknown, it is thought a school master from Kerry, Fínín Ó Scannáil, composed the song in 1810 The lyrics are supposedly written from the eyes of a preacher who fell in love with his brother's wife. And even if he was given Ireland in its entirity, he would not tell the name of the person he loved - hence, For Ireland, I'll Not Tell Her Name. A more beautiful tune I don't think was ever written. The Gaelic lyrics are below also. I did not want to ruin the beautiful melody with my voice. Last[D] eve as I[G] wandered quiet[D] near, To the border's of[G] my little[A] farm, A[G] beautifull maiden ap[D]peared, Whoes lovelyness[G] caused my heart's[D] harm, By her daring and[G] love smitten sour, And the[D] words from her[A] sweet lips that came, ToD] meet her I[G] raced the field[D] o're, But for Ireland i'd[G] not tell her[D] name. [2] If this[D] beauty but my[G] words would[D] heed The words that I[G] speak would be[A] true, I'd[G] help her in every[D] need, And indeed all her[G] work I would[D] do, To[D] win one fond[G] kiss from my love, I'd[D] read her ro[A]mances of fame, Her[D] champion I[G] daily would[D] prove, But for Ireland I'd[G] not tell her[D] name. [3] There's a beautiful stately young maid, At the nearing of my little farm, She's welcoming kind unafraid, Her smile is both childlike and warm, Her gold hair in masses that grows Like amber and sheen is that same, And the bloom in her cheeks like the rose, But for Ireland I'd not tell her name. *************************************************************** Ar éirinn Ní n-Eósainn Cé h-í Aréir is mé téarnamh um' neoin Ar an dtaobh thall den teóra 'na mbím, Do théarnaig an spéir-bhean im' chómhair D'fhág taomanach breóite lag sinn. Do ghéilleas dá méin is dá cló, Dá béal tanaí beó mhilis binn, Do léimeas fé dhéin dul 'na cómhair, Is ar Éirinn ní n-eósainn cé h-í. Dá ngéilleadh an spéir-bhean dom' ghlór, Siad ráidhte mo bheól a bheadh fíor; Go deimhin duit go ndéanfainn a gnó Do léirchur i gcóir is i gcrich. Dó léighfinn go léir stair dom' stór, 'S ba mhéinn liom í thógaint dom chroí, 'S do bhearfainn an chraobh dhi ina dóid, Is ar Éirinn ní n-eósainn cé h-í. Tá spéir-bhruinneal mhaordha dheas óg Ar an taobh thall de'n teóra 'na mbím. Tá féile 'gus daonnacht is meóin Is deise ro-mhór ins an mhnaoi, Tá folt lei a' tuitim go feóir, Go cocánach ómarach buí. Tá lasadh 'na leacain mar rós, Is ar Éirinn ní n-eósainn cé h-í. Words and Lyrics taken from; http://unitedireland.tripod.com/id70.html
